Category: Poetry

• because it is love

  Nov 5

  Would that I could roll on my back in the warm soothing dirt  With the pleasure of a fat brown dog Much less fly above beach blue over green palm… more ›

• so much

  Jun 20

  You might ask me why I don’t  Put on my wax-oiled jacket with galoshes at dusk to walk about in the rain  Teleport across blurred coloured light beams of an… more ›